Intermission

A drink is only as good as it lasts.

About Everything - It's Nothing

In my thoughts, I stood at the pinnacle of imagination and created unbound universes with the twitch of my lips; set existence into motion with the snap of my fingers; made butter out of mountains while I smirked at the sky; erased terrifying tragedies into obscurity with the wink of an eye.

I belittled death by inspiring lives. I gave purpose to the night by whispering a song that would make the day chase darkness. I appeased chaos and his brother war with a gentle motion of the hand.

Suddenly - why does the Earth tremble in the embrace of one stranger? Why do my ignorant feet deceive the absolution of my mind? 

When my frenzied thoughts rampage, they can conquer gods with nihilistic miracles. Yet, I have been drowned to the fringe of despair, on my disbelieving knees, by an uncaring angel, an elusive sylph, a girl.

How the dense silence in between us birthed cataclysm and shattered the only reality that truth clung to. It all seems like a lie now - everything. Look away, i cannot face the abyss of your dark gaze anymore.

The Mirror Lies

You know that life is twisted when you look at your reflection and see a shadow, when you look at death and find a friend.

Windy Day

There, again, I used my light words as fragile balloons
to rise to the precipice
just to be swayed by the gentle and beguiling wind
which caressed me off the edge of my warmth in the fever of my excitement.

Clearly Dark

The mental moonlight delicately steals the surface of my bitter mind and she, the gracefully sullen moon, seeps and claws deeper into the soul to leave a darker-than-black shadow of me on the trembling ground. So, why do my eyes, sky-bound and rapt, still tell me that they are looking at a wonder that lulled the nights silently into a fatal dream? Still - death has never felt more alive.